I spent weeks in the hospital fighting for my life, and my family never came once. Not my mother, not my father, not my sister. One month later, my mom texted asking for $12,000 for my sister’s bridal dress.
I returned to work part-time in January. Marcus still brought me lunch even after I told him I could drive again. He said he liked the bakery near my building. I said there were six bakeries near his building. He said mine had better croissants.
In March, I received the final repayment from my father.
